Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Seventy Points Higher

The voice-it was unmistakably Vera’s.

Eileen pondered, It makes sense. Vera was being bullied at school. Why would Eric continue to allow her to endure such mistreatment?

Turning around, Mary noticed her and greeted, “Ms. Eileen.”

Vera quickly stood up upon hearing this. “Eileen.”

She flashed a beautiful smile. “Why aren’t you in your school uniform? As soon as I heard you were discharged, I came to go to school with you. From now on, we’ll be at the same school, Eileen. Please take good care of me in the future.”

The situation had Eileen pondering whether it was fate.

In her previous life, Vera also attended Petalburg High School.

everyone.

Eileen had always believed that changes in this life would alter the fate of However, she realized that, regardless, everything seemed to follow the same path as in her previous life.

So, will Vera still meet the same fate? And will I also… Or perhaps everyone’s destiny is predetermined from the very beginning, unable to be altered….

Noticing her silence, Vera questioned, “Eileen… what’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell?”

“I’m fine,” Eileen responded indifferently.

Just then, Mary informed them, “Ms. Eileen, Ms. Vera, we can start the meal once Mr. Swan

arrives.”

Exiting the kitchen, Eileen poured herself a glass of cold milk. In a haze, it felt like she could hear Sharon’s voice in her mind, “How could you drink something cold first thing in the morning? I’ve already warmed up a cup of milk for you.”

Will and Eric, both dressed in black suits, descended the stairs one after the other, still engaged in a conversation. “This project demands our close attention. We cannot afford any. mistakes, the former cautioned.

“Yes, Father.”

“Ms. Eileen, Sharon has advised me before that drinking cold things in the morning will upset your stomach. The milk is already heated; why don’t you opt for something warm instead?” Mary suggested.

Upon hearing the comment, Eric swiftly cast a glance with his deep, hawk-like eyes and then. quickly averted his gaze.

Eileen closed the refrigerator door, saying. “It’s okay.”

Following that, she took a seat at the dining table.

Once Will settled, he delved into business discussions with Eric for a while. It was only then that he noticed Eileen.

“Why are you dressed like this? Where’s your uniform?” Will asked her sternly.

Eileen took a spoonful of oatmeal, sipping it gently before responding, “I’ve decided not to go to school for a while. I want to catch up on the lessons I’ve missed from my extracurricular classes.”

Will nodded. “That works too.”

It was then Mary suddenly approached and said, “Oh, by the way, Mr. Swan, Ms. Eileen… not long ago, I received a call from the school. They want Ms. Eileen to participate in a competition at school.”

“A competition? What kind of competition?” Will inquired.

“My memory isn’t the best, but it seems like… something about a math competition. And also… they mentioned something about Ms. Eileen’s report card and some prizes. The person who delivered them said that since Ms. Eileen didn’t attend the school assembly, they sent the prizes back home.”

“What a mess of prizes, nothing but useless stuff,” Will stated, dismissing his daughter’s achievements as mere nonsense.

Eileen had long grown accustomed to her father’s disparaging remarks. She kept her head. down, remained silent, and continued eating her meal.

Mary chimed in, “No, Mr. Swan. The prize is a small statuette, seemingly made of gold. It’s simply exquisite! Allow me to fetch it for you to inspect.”

Mary quickly brought over the items, which included an unopened document.

She handed it to Will, who hesitated for a moment before setting down his utensils and opening the document.

Within, a very thin sheet of Blake paper revealed the scores for each of Eileen’s classes.

Will squinted at the scores, his eyes grim, and the emotions on his face mysteriously unpredictable.

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The medal, a golden knight on horseback wielding a spear and shield, was placed on the table, carrying some weight.

“Who knows if it’s all a sham. With her mind, I can’t even tell. All she ever thinks about are men. Will casually discarded her report card.

Eileen tightly gripped the spoon in her hand as the discarded report card landed right next to Eric’s feet.

Bending down to pick it up, Eric examined it, revealing that almost every subject had scored

full marks.

If his recollection was accurate, the last time Eileen’s average score for each subject ranged from forty to fifty points.

If her grades were genuinely this impressive, she wouldn’t require Will’s assistance; she could choose from any university in the country.

The question persisted-did she attain this through her own efforts, or did she utilize some clever tricks?

Nevertheless, Eileen was the only one who knew the answer to that.

Vera surreptitiously took a glance and was astonished. Eileen’s scores in every subject. surpassed hers.

Such results, even at Cloudburg Public School, would place her at least in the top three of the entire grade.

A sense of unease started to permeate Vera’s heart, as she was unaware of when Eileen’s grades had become so remarkable.

“You performed well on the test, scoring seventy points higher than Vera,” Eric remarked.

Eileen couldn’t discern from his tone whether he was genuinely praising her or sarcastically doubting, implying that her achievement might be the result of cheating.

Nevertheless, she cared little.

After all, in their eyes, she was utterly devalued, treated as if she were mere trash.

Eileen remained unaware of the new housekeeper’s name. She looked at her and stated, “If the school calls again, inform them that I won’t be returning for a while. Henceforth, I’ll be concentrating on my extracurricular classes. As for the competitions, I’m not interested and don’t want to participate.”

Eileen placed the spoon she held back down and stood up, saying, “I’ve finished eating,

The oatmeal was a touch too thick that day.

Eileen had only a few bites, leaving more than half of the bowl untouched, but the milk had already been finished.

Mary nodded blankly in response to her words. “A-All right.”

Internally, however, she was complaining, “What is wrong with this family? What kind of father would belittle his own daughter like this? And that man over there… his tone is so sarcastic. Her grades were outstanding. If my lazy son could achieve this level of success, I would treat him like a king!”

“Tsk… with such impressive grades, and she’s also beautiful. Where else can you find a girl like her? She’s exceptional… but she doesn’t pay much attention to others. I knew working for this wealthy family would be challenging. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have agreed to come here. It would have been better if I had stayed working as a doula, but the pay was too tempting to resist!”

Eileen sat in the car, closing her eyes to rest, feeling completely exhausted. The previous night had brought her restless sleep.

Among all the extracurricular classes, painting was the only one that sparked her interest. Unfortunately, her father strictly forbade her from picking up a paintbrush.

“Where are we going today, Ms. Eileen?” the driver asked. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“To Primas Plaza.”

The golf course at Primas Plaza was located in the “Golden Triangle, encompassing Hulbury, Seatown, and Juxshire. Spanning nearly two thousand acres, it featured vertical sand traps, uniquely designed greens, meandering rivers and lakes, beautiful pavilions, and scattered. exotic flowers and plants, creating a captivating setting for a leisurely stroll.

This destination was highly valued by many affluent individuals, and the annual cost of using the golf course could reach up to a million dollars.

Some business deals were negotiated with laughter while watching a golf ball sink into the hole, effortlessly transacting billions.

In her previous life, Eileen had witnessed this happen when Eric reached a cooperation agreement with an overseas colleague in just a few minutes, securing a project valued at several billion dollars.